Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“You’re awake?” she asked.
I blinked back at her from the bed, pulling the comforter up around my neck reflexively. Seeing her that way, just in the strange panties, made me very self-conscious.
“Good. I’m headed to bed, but I thought we should say hi at least. I’m Ashley.”
“Hi,” I said uncertainly. “I’m Marianne.”
“You were a virgin, right?” Ashley asked. “How are you doing?”
I felt my face fill with hot blood, though given everything that had happened to me in the last twenty-four hours, a blush hardly seemed worth the effort my body spent on it.
“Oh,” Ashley said, distress and compassion filling her eyes suddenly. “I’m sorry, Marianne. I’m tired. Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul were pretty hard on me.” She glanced down at herself, her own cheeks turning pink. “As you can see, I’m being punished, even after they both came in my ass.”
My eyes went wide with incomprehension, mingled with alarm. I saw Ashley take it in and register my obvious ignorance of all the shameful things that could happen to a bad girl when she became a sexual relief device. She put her right hand down to the waistband of the strange white panties and gave it a little snap with her thumb. I could see even from where I sat up in the big bed, three meters or so away, that she could hardly get a finger inside the tight elastic.
Looking up, I noticed that Ashley’s eyes had taken on a slight sheen: apparently the panties were uncomfortable to the point of making her eyes water. My tummy flipped over at the idea that floated into my mind—that I might soon have a pair of my own to wear.
Ashley’s mouth twisted to the side. “Yeah, these are punishment panties. Daddy Ned and Daddy Paul make me wear them sometimes after they spank me and fuck me, if they think I didn’t obey them fully.”
My eyes went wider, and my lips parted in horror.
“Oh,” Ashley added, her voice reassuring—though I couldn’t see any way those punishment panties could be anything but dreadful, “they’re… you know… not all bad.” My face must have telegraphed how crazy those words sounded, because she continued, “I could try to explain it to you, I guess, but I bet you already understand pretty well that it’s not something rational. And I’m pretty sure I’d get in trouble for saying any more. They hurt like the dickens over a paddled butt, especially when my daddies fuck my bottom, too, but… well, there’s a secret. I’ll just say that.”
I just looked at her for a moment with my jaw slack. Finally, I said, “Okay,” because I couldn’t think of any other possible response.
Despite everything, Ashley flashed a quick smile. “Anyway, there’s breakfast in the kitchen. My daddies are good cooks. We probably won’t see all that much of each other, but I know the daddies want to use us together sometime soon, so I thought…”
Again she noticed the blush spreading over my face.
“Yeah,” she said. “It’ll be my first time, too, even though I was definitely not a virgin when I got picked up for shoplifting.”
“Shoplifting?” I asked, astonished that what seemed to me a minor crime would land a young woman here, in this utterly degraded position.
Ashley actually giggled. “For the third time,” she said, “and I smashed a jewelry store display case and took a necklace worth like fifty thousand dollars. What did you do?”
It was my turn to twist my mouth to the side. “I, uh, kind of tried to seduce a Selecta exec, so that I could blackmail her.”
“Ooo,” Ashley said, her eyes going wide. “Even I know not to mess with the suits.” She gave me a long, evaluative look. “But that’s pretty ballsy. I like you, Marianne.”
I swallowed hard, thinking about what she had said a moment before, about getting used together. My mind traveled on with it, distressingly: shared… made to kiss each other… made to…
Ashley interrupted my hot-faced little reverie. “Okay, see you,” she said abruptly. “I have a date with these panties.”
My lips opened again, but she had gone from the doorway before I could ask what she could possibly have meant. I heard a door open from close by, clearly the one right next to my own, and then close.
Cautiously, I lowered the comforter so that I could look at my naked body. I had been vaguely aware of Daddy Jacob taking me to the bathroom before he and Daddy Phil had put me to bed, and cleaning me up. The fuzzy memory seemed somehow both completely out of character with the rest of the way my brown-eyed daddy had treated me—the way he had punished me so harshly and then made free use of my body for his enjoyment—and very much in line with the care he had shown in fulfilling what he clearly viewed as his duty towards the bad girl delivered to his firehouse to maintain his and his colleagues’ morale.